we had a doctor’s appointment today.
rather, three of the four bald offspring of my tender loins had appointments and hired me to push them there and do negotiating on their behalf.
it wasn’t a good appointment.
all three need to begin physiotherapy. poor carys. it seems like the only regions of her that aren’t in physio are her teeth – and if THEY don’t hurry up and come in, i bet a physio will go in after them. carys needs work on flat muscles in face, hips, lessons on walking, sitting, abdominal muscles (ooh, me too please) and her feet.
jasper in physio. it just seems wrong.
and sela too, thankyouverymuch. she flipped, did the butterfly stroke that is her method of crawling, but apparently her calves and feet need physio too.
sela—her hydracephalus is a concern instead of just something to note as it was before. have to book her an x-ray as i chose she not be sedated for a ct scan.
something else about carys i won’t write on the blog for fear of the creeps it would attract, and a couple of other smallish things.
its not hugely bad news and i think i am just tired. it wasn’t a bad appointment, i think i am just in a bad mood. thank goodness i can grab a handful of biscuits, and promise them to sebastian in return for a simple cuddle and a "i wuff you, mummy".
even a bribed hug is better than no hug.
even when foul, i can still be pragmatic.
more tomorrow.
